“I thought that’s what I was doing.”
My hips are lifting and lowering now, my nails digging into the taut muscles of his chest as I whimper and whisper dirty little pleas. Finally, my voice breaks as I gasp out, “Faster. Now. Please.”
“I’m a slow-and-steady kind of guy,” he tells me even as his hand slips between my thighs and inside my panties. “I don’t do fast.”
His thumb strokes over my clit, once, twice. And fuck. I come, just like that. Just that easily.
Ecstasy slams through me. For long seconds I can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel as wave after wave of sensation washes over me. Garrett takes me through it, lips sliding over my breast, hips arching under mine, thumb circling my clit, driving me higher and higher and higher until I come again, new pleasure ripping through me until I can’t tell where the first orgasm ended and the second began.
When I can finally think again, I lean down until I can press my mouth to his. “That was…” I trail off, lost in the sensations still sparking inside me.
“Just the beginning,” he tells me. His breath is hot against my cheek, his hair cool against my flushed skin. At least for a moment, then he’s squeezing my waist, coaxing me up and off him.
I start to roll onto my side so I can slip off my underwear and undo his pants and finally—finally—get him inside of me. But Garrett is having none of it. Instead of letting me do it, he slides his hands under my dress. He pauses for a minute on my ass, then squeezes my cheeks in his big, rough palms before ripping my panties clean off.
Holy shit.
I barely get my head around that when he’s pulling me back over him…and up. At first I don’t know what he’s getting at as he coaxes me up his abdomen and chest, so when it finally registers, I nearly fall right back off him and onto the bed.
But his hands are on my thighs now and he’s dragging me up, up, up, until my knees are on either side of his face and I’m holding onto the headboard to steady myself.
“You’re so beautiful, Lola. So unbelievably beautiful.” He inches his hands closer along my thighs, parts my labia with his thumbs. And then he just waits, breath hot against my sex, as he stares at me for long seconds.
I squirm a little—I can’t help it. No man has ever looked at this most private part of me and called me beautiful before. No man has ever made me shiver from just a look.
The realization makes me tremble all over again—well, that, and the sudden knowledge that I’m getting in way over my head here. It’s just a game, I remind myself. Just a little playacting to get Garrett back where he belongs—first in line to the throne of Wildemar. The fact that this thing between us suddenly feels so real, and worse, so earth-shattering, is all on me. After all, it’s not Gorgeous Garrett’s fault that he really is Prince Charming. It’s my fault for imagining, even for a second, that I could be Cinderella.
I shove the thought—and all of the other ones I don’t want to deal with—out of my head. And concentrate instead on how it feels to have Garrett beneath me. On what it will feel like to have Garrett inside me.
“I like these,” he murmurs, bringing me back to the present with a stroke of his fingers across the trio of red and pink cherry blossoms I have tattooed on my inner thigh. His mouth brushes against my skin, his tongue tracing the inky swirls.
“I got them when I—” My voice breaks as he swipes his tongue across my clit. Once, twice, then again an
d again.
It’s the best fucking feeling in the world, and it just keeps building with every second that passes. With each lick of his tongue. With each clasp of his hands. I just came twice, but I can feel the tension building again, my body growing more and more taut with every touch of Garrett’s skin against mine.
And when he moves forward, blowing one long, warm stream of air against my clit, I can’t do anything but call his name over and over again. I’m coming apart, my body more sensitive than it’s ever been…or maybe it’s just Garrett, who somehow knows exactly where and when and how to touch me.
“You’re amazing,” he tells me right before he delivers one long, slow lick along my sex. “So fucking responsive I could just—”
He breaks off when I scream, my hands clutching at his hair as flames rip through me and I climax one more time.
Chapter 17
Garrett
Watching Lola come, feeling her climax against my mouth, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. She’s far from the only woman I’ve been with in my life, but as I thrust a finger inside of her to prolong her orgasm—because I’m dying to feel the rhythmic clenching of her body around me—she’s the only one I can remember. The only one I can ever imagine thinking about now or in the future.
It’s my craziest thought yet, in a night full of crazy thoughts, so I banish it and concentrate instead on moving her slowly, carefully, down my body. She’s like putty now, soft and warm and relaxed, and I can’t help taking advantage. Any more than I can help this driving need I have to explore every inch of her.
Flipping her over so that she’s on her stomach, I climb on top of her. Straddle her hips. And slowly kiss my way over her slender shoulders and down her spine.
Lola’s fingers fist in the sheets as I pause at the small divots at the top of her hips, thoroughly exploring the indentations with my lips and tongue. She tastes sweet here too, like warm honey and vanilla. My body is screaming at me to get a move on, my dick so hard it may never recover from the torture I’m putting it through, but right now that doesn’t seem to matter. Nothing does but tasting more of her. Feeling more of her.
“Garrett, please,” she gasps, voice hoarse and thready.
“Please what?” I ask as I press kisses down the backs of her thighs.